Amps there is no reason too. The only reason I used to see him was because he was a resident at Arc, a NY club that was so old they could sell booze but have an 18 admittance age, so it was the only club I could get into at the time. He did this “Be Yourself” night, which is where the white horse pic came from, that was one of the only things going in NYC at the time. I’m sure IndustryStandard is very familiar with it. It was the first club night I was aware of to ban cell phones. They didn’t even allow them to be in your pocket, so you had to check them with ur coat.
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zackster yes sir. He flew in from god knows what kinda Eyes Wide Shut Epstein party so that he could sreeeeeaaaaaaam over the PA. It was insane. There used to be videos on youtube of some of his antics from that night, but I can’t find them now.
Christ can you imagine.
Epstein, Prince Andrew and Clinton.
All going at it as Danny T drops a 28 minute re-rub of Celeda’s Be Yourself.
My god.
DT blindfolded playing records in front of Alan Dershowitz and half the UN Council on Foreign Relations.
Danny T …..just getting off a chopper from…hamptons????
Saw DT have an absolute disaster at SW4 a few years ago.
He was playing some of the worst music I’ve ever heard and then jumped in front of the decks, got on the mic and tried to lead the crowd into some sort of ‘walk like an Egyptian’ dance.
What made it even worse was that I’d dragged a load of people over to see him on the basis “that he was going to absolutely tear it up, guaranteed.”
Reg.
DT is as mad as a burst bag of shit
I think his hour-forty-five-minute edit of Rui Da Silva’s “Touch Me” might be a bit more apt.
Smallman1 He was playing some of the worst music I’ve ever heard and then jumped in front of the decks, got on the mic and tried to lead the crowd into some sort of ‘walk like an Egyptian’ dance.
Interesting sub genre of electronic music, ‘proper DJs who get on the mic’. I reckon it’s a car crash 99% of the time. Only DJ I have seen do it with any kind of restraint was Garnier. No surprises there, he is the consummate professional!
There was a whole other angle to the DT RH party with me completely blowing it with a girl who I was head over heels for. Hawtin was on for like 15 min, and she kept trying to drag me back to the apartment. Convinced that my getting pussy outfit of J Crew slim fit chinos and vintage Plastikman Tee I bought off eBay had more than done its job, I opted to stay. I distinctly remember walking past the aforementioned queue at 7:30am, smelling the mid summer piss and vomit smells of Manhattan and thinking “I might have fucked up here.” Get back to find her blacked out in bed with all of her girl friends. At lunch the next day her friend confirmed my fears that I blew what was probably my only chance. I say with little humor that it haunts me to this day.
